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"Thank you for your hard work, go and rest first." Zheng Ming said

Then Bai Feng resigned.

Zheng Ming looked at the surface of the lake that was stirred up by the breeze.

Xijue City is already in his hands, so it's time to look at Zheng Qingsong's plan.

Now Zheng Qingsong has been in retreat for more than a month, and it should be over.

……

Kyoto, Imperial Palace.

The originally peaceful and quiet monastery is now filled with a chilling atmosphere. Hundreds of guards around are wearing cold iron armor and holding cold weapons, stern and fierce.

There was a dead silence, without a sound, even the birds were gone.

As for the court ladies and eunuchs, they dare not take a step closer.

On the opposite side of the Taoist temple, on a pavilion, two old men are still sitting on the terrace.

At this time, they didn't play chess, they just closed their eyes and sat cross-legged on the cattail mat, breathing heavily.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two old men opened, and they looked at the corridor between the majestic palaces in the distance.

I saw one old and one young walking slowly.

The white-haired Wang Shouming had a kind smile on his face, a loose Confucian shirt fluttering slightly in the wind, and his long beard was neatly stroked without any mess.

Lin Yi, with a square face, followed Wang Shouming closely, and saw the two old men on the balcony of the pavilion from a distance.

Obviously the two old men didn't do anything, but the pressure in Ji Dong's heart increased sharply, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Cough cough~"

Wang Shouming coughed lightly, as if he interrupted something.

Lin Yi's heart immediately relaxed, and he let out a hard breath.

He wiped the nod on his forehead, but he was even more horrified in his heart.

On the terrace, the two old men showed bright smiles.

"This old guy Wang Shouming is really getting bolder."

"Hehe, he is now a Confucian master, and he is no longer the stupid scholar he was back then."

"In my eyes, he is still a dull scholar."

"Hehe, you lost to him many times back then, why are you still not reconciled?"

"That was back then, and now I won't lose again."

The two of you started to tease each other.

Chapter 158

At this moment, Wang Shouming also came to the terrace, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, two old friends."

"It hasn't been long, only 40 years."

"Brother Shouming, please sit down."

Wang Shouming was also polite, and sat directly next to the two of them.

"40 years, 40 years have passed before you know it." Wang Shouming looked at the two and sighed.

"Brother Zishan is still so chic, and brother Zimu is still like this, haha, don't admit defeat."

Seeing him teasing himself, Zheng Zimu blew his beard and stared and said, "You old bastard is still so annoying."

Wang Shouming stroked his beard and looked at him with a smile in his deep eyes.

"Brother Shouming, stop teasing him, or he will have to compete with you again." Zheng Zishan said.

"With his old arms and legs, I dare not compete with him." Zheng Zimu said disdainfully.

Wang Shouming was not angry, but just smiled faintly.

They are all old friends, who are not old arms and old legs.

He looked at the silent monastery and said, "According to the time, it should be almost the same."

Zheng Zimu and the two also looked at the Taoist temple.

Lin Yi, who was standing behind Wang Shouming, also looked at the Taoist temple.

suddenly.

His face changed suddenly.

I saw a faint brilliance suddenly floating out of the Taoist temple that was still dead just now, the brilliance was golden yellow, and lingered over the Taoist temple.

"what is that?"

He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.

He followed Wang Shouming, and he was well-informed, but he had never seen such a strange scene.

"Dragon Soul!" Wang Shouming looked at more and more Guanghua with deep eyes, his face extremely calm.

And Zheng Zimu and Zheng Zishan showed ecstasy.

Wisps of golden brilliance flowed out from the Taoist temple and slowly gathered in the air.

the next moment.

The gathered brilliance turned into a ball the size of a fist, shining brightly and emitting an extremely terrifying aura.

"What is a dragon soul?" Lin Yi looked at the ball and asked again with palpitations.

Wang Shouming chuckled, and said: "Based on the dragon veins of the earth, the source of the luck of all people, and the will of the emperor, gather the aura of heaven and earth, refine the luck of all people, use the body to transform into the soul of a dragon, and proclaim yourself the true dragon emperor."

Lin Yi's heart trembled when he heard the words, and Fang Zheng's face was full of shocking expressions.

The great speed of the dragon has its own truth, the star peak is the dragon body, the dragon god is the word for the mountains, the god is the spirit and the dragon is the quality.

The so-called dragon veins are the Qi veins that follow the mountains and rivers.

The theory of Fengshui dragon veins is illusory, but there are many places where spiritual energy gathers in the mountains and rivers, which are considered to be dragon's lairs, so many sects' residences are far away from the secular world and built in the mountains and rivers.

Lin Yi is a student of Confucianism and doesn't understand the theory of Feng Shui, but he knows that if the theory of dragon veins is true, then the meaning contained in the scene in front of him is extraordinary.

As for the luck of the people, turning into a dragon soul, Lin Yi has never heard of it.

"There really is such a mysterious thing in the world!"

The four of them stared closely at the golden ball in the air, not daring to blink their eyes, for fear of missing such a miraculous scene.

next moment.

There seemed to be a crisp cracking sound between heaven and earth.

An invisible wave of air suddenly rose from the golden ball, spreading towards the surroundings.

woohoo~~

A gust of wind suddenly picked up, whistling again and again, the wind was churning, and the clear sky suddenly became cloudy.

A majestic coercion followed, far surpassing the power of the master.

Ji Dong's expression changed, his body backed up again and again, and finally he had to hide in the pavilion.

The imperial guards around the Taoist temple could not bear the coercion and began to stay away from the Taoist temple.

The three of Wang Shouming were surrounded by the aura of a master to resist the coercion.

Suddenly!

The golden ball exploded.

Boom~~

The golden light bloomed and reflected the heaven and earth, instantly dyeing the surrounding heaven and earth with a golden color.

Then, the wind dissipated.

Wisps of sunlight fell down and intertwined with the golden light.

Strange and dreamy.

Ji Dong's gaze was fixed on the sky above the monastery.

There is a strange figure faintly among the shining golden light.

Looming, erratic and hard to find.

Moo~~

A sudden groan suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

Before everyone could react, a phantom of a legendary golden dragon emerged from the sky.

In the imperial palace, even the entire capital could see the phantom of the golden dragon.

Everyone was inexplicably horrified in an instant, but after the shock, countless people knelt down in the direction of the golden dragon phantom.

The golden dragon phantom only lasted for a quarter of an hour before dissipating.

But the shock it brought still lingers in everyone's hearts, and it can't go away for a long time.

The golden dragon dissipated, and the monastery returned to its previous silence.

The three of Wang Shouming looked at the monastery and were silent for a long time.

"Is this a success?" Zheng Zimu murmured.

Unfortunately, no one can give him a definite answer.

a long time.

Wang Shouming took a deep breath and said, "Jin Yi, let's go back."

After saying that, he left.

……

A golden dragon phantom appeared above the palace, and the news spread throughout Dali like a turbulent wave.

After receiving the news, all major forces were filled with disbelief.

What the hell?

Was a golden dragon born in the palace?

This nonsense is too exaggerated!

The first reaction of anyone who hears this news is suspicion.

However, no matter how much they doubted, the facts were the facts, and they had no choice but to believe the more news they traveled through.

Beijing West Province.

Yujia lobby.

Yu Zhaobo looked at the letter in his hand, speechless for a long time.

"Patriarch, is this true?" the head steward stood beside him, asking with a look of horror.

A strong bitterness appeared on Yu Zhaobo's face.

Golden Dragon!

How could such a legendary thing really exist?

Your Majesty, you really made a big joke on us.

For a moment, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and his mind was even more chaotic.

He didn't know what this golden dragon phantom was, but he felt that the secret behind it was far beyond his imagination.

He has always claimed to be resourceful, but in the face of such a situation, his resourcefulness seems to have turned into a pile of shit.

"Did His Majesty retreat frequently in the past two years?"

Yu Zhaobo forced himself to calm down and asked the butler.